The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1887-01-23

It's Tor the best, my boy"
Clarence Hyde was passing down the
village street day or two subsequently,.
towards dusk OF a mellow August twi-
light when a slight form glided up to
him, and trem nlous hand was laid upon
bis own. He started at first, but quickly
recognized the face and figure.
"Ltzzy EIdonl'
ooh. Clarence, could not rest without
thought Rosa, and how sorry l am for
you"
Thanks Lizzy. / do not think she
has treated me exactly right"
LizZy burst into tears.
Chow could she be so cruel-so un
wolnanly? You were right, Clarence
you acted noblyl think Rosa will one
day live to repent it, :"
As Clarence stood there listening to
Lizzy Eldon's impetuous words and
holding her soft little hand in his own,
he wondered that he had never before
noticed how very, very pretty she was
"a softer, more subdued style of beauty
than Rosa's, yet not less bewitching in
its way.
They haunted him all the night long,
that oval, earnest face, those swimming
blue eyes!
Day by day Rosa's image waxed fainter
and more faint in his memory, and LIzzy's
shy gentle looks grew more than ever
present in his heart.
Il do believe I've fallen in love with
the girl" he thought, II wonder what
she would say if l were to propose to
herr"
Next to the wonder came its realiza.
ton.
nro 6oo Oo+oIor dov xyhor +ba.y
had strayed little away from the gay
nutting party, whose voices made the old
yellow-leaved woods musical, Mr.. Hyde
asked Lizzy Eldou if she would accept
the love her sister had sighted, and Lizzy,
smiling and trembling. answered Eyes"
"You see, Uncle Cutnbert," said CT ar
ence eagerly, as. he explained the new
position of affairs to his uncle that even
ing, after he had safely escorted Lizzy
home with her nut-basket only half
filled-and no wonder, all things con-
sidered-"It will be so pleasant We
shalla'l live together; and Lizzy says she
will love you dearly. Llzzy is such a
famous little housekeeperl She thinks
it will be so pleasant to have you sitting
by our hearth! And, uncle, you will 20
to see her 10 morrow, won't your"
yes" said Uucle Cuthbert briefly.
"I'T goi'
And the next day Lizzy was surprised
at her sewing, by brownfaced little old
man, who abruptly took both her hsnds
in his, and imprinted kiss upon her
crimsoning forehead, just as if he were
the Oldest acquaintance in the world.
so you're going to marry my nephew,
are your said = ucle Cuthbert.
Eyes, SIT, Lizzy made ans wer tim
idly.
and you love him, Lizzy?'
sob yes SIR
And you won't object to having the
old man numbering about the house, help
less and feeble though he be 2"
Il shall be so glad to have you live
with us, sir, for never I remembered my
father-and-and you win be like one
to me, am sure"
Uncle Cuthbeyt kissed her again, and
walked away as abruptly as he lad come.
Hes very funny old gentleman"
thought Lizzy, ''but know | shall like
him."
Rosa contemplated the present state of
affairs very cooly-a little CONTEMPORARY,
in fact.
''If you choose to adopt all Clarence
Hyde's poor relations, why, can only
wonder at your taste, " said see lofliIy.
But Lizzy only smiled, and doubted to
herself whether Rosa could ever have
really loved Clarence
mo, no, mol" echoed her heart.
The day the wedding drew near. Llzzy's
white dress was nearly finished, and
modest little presents were beginning to
be sent in from friends and neighbors.
Here's my present, said Uncle Cuih-
bert, walking 10 one day and tossing a
little box of arved wood into Lizz7's
lap. 81 cut oat those wooden flowers
myself when / was in California"
'Oh, Uncle, what dear little box!"
said Lizzy, smiling her bright thanks,
While Rosa elevated her nose rather scorn-
fully.
''Well, but open it; it's lined beauti-
fully" persisted the old man.
Lizzy obeyed.
why. there's parchment deed in it.
uncle!" cried the astonIshed Clarence, who
was leaning over Lizzy's shoulder.
"Of course there is-a deed making
over ten thousand pounds 10 Lizzy FL
don, the day of her marriage" answered
Uncle Cuthbert dryly,s' and I've got
another one for you at home, Clarence,
my boy! Aha, the old uncie wasn't so
very poverty-stricken, after ais. You
mustn't think, my young lady," he added,
turning abruptly to Rosa, shat gold isn't
gold because its trifie rusty and tarn-
lshed. Appearances aren't everything in
this worldw
And 50 Clarence and Lizzy began the
word with the fairest of prospects, and
true love enough to float the bark of life
Into its sweetest haven
Rosa Eldon was somewhat chagrined
in her secret soul, but she wisely kent
her feelings to herself, and old Uncle
Cuthbers was quite satisfied with the
choice his nephew had made.
HudsOn's Irish Nationalist.